What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
